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Chapter 1022 – Star Sanctum 2 – The Starforger

 “You could have at least tried to understand how it worked,” Scarlett’s voice rung out of themunication crystal. “A device that plucks Abyssals out of the real world and teleports them to a barrier a state away? The military and economic applications are endless.”

 That was not quite the reaction John had hoped for when he reported that they had ended the reach of the Death Zone. It was, however, expected from the pragmatic technomancer. “Even if I managed to understand it, I doubt we’d have the materials to keep it running.” The Gamer kicked one of the many pieces of rubbles lying around. Metra had taken out as much of her rage on the inanimate object as she could, reducing it to little more than fist-sized stones and metal scrap. The mountain left behind wasn’t as inanimate as the original object. Lorylim matter kept pouring down the tubes. “Needing four Metracanas as operators aside, we don’t have ess to this kind of fuel.”

 “Every technology, sufficiently understood, can be adapted to my needs.”

 “You’ll have to do your own research on the matter,” John just told her off. Now that the Starkiln was destroyed, the time pressure was removed. Despite that, the Gamer didn’t feel like he was justified in engaging in idle banter at this time. There was too much still to be done. “Ry the update to the generals.”

 “I already have,” Scarlett answered. “Can you retreat? Might be smarter to pull out before you fight the literal god.”

 “The barrier is still under his, or presumably his, control,” answered the Gamer. He had steadily been pressing against it, to no avail. “I have no choice.”

 Silence followed. John didn’t take it as a sign of her uncertainty. They both knew more than they should say about this situation. “Lee says good luck.”

 “Tell her I love her.”

 “And what do I get?” Scarlett asked.

 “You’ll see when Ie back,” John promised and ended themunication there. Minorly worried, he looked up to the pipes. Their end point, the massive ss bubble, was removed so the Lorylim matter just kept falling as a steady stream of sludge. “We should get moving before this ce fills up.”

 “We should find my idiot siblings so I can cave their fucking heads in,” Metra growled.

 “I thought you pride yourself in not breaking contracts?” Smander asked, while they moved back to the gate they hade from. They moved at a moderate speed, always keeping their senses sharp. From the tactile feedback of her attacks, Siena was quite certain that she hadnded several hits on Thresta, but there was no telling if the damage she had taken had been too much to hinder the Metracana. There was also no telling whether she teleported out with Seminaris and the others.

 “None of my contracts were about aiding a threat to existence and enabling the murder of other Metracanas,” the First of Wrath returned.

 “Dunno about that first part, Mat,” Rave said, her words underlined by Thana’s growling. “Remember when ya worked for the Nazis as an emotional limiter?”

 “Not my proudest decade, but I do my work,” Metra stated decisively.

 “So do they,” John retorted. “You’ll either have to admit that your current principle of serving whoever contracts you is immoral or that they aren’t doing anything wrong. You can’t have both.”

 Metra went quiet, pressing her lips together. “I’m too pissed to have that conversation,” she ultimately growled. Everyone respected that. Certainly, it hadn’t been an easy day for any of them, but for the ancient weapon all of this had a personal note in addition to the life-threatening one.

 “Once we’re out of here, we’ll look into whether or not the materials of Tiamat within you can be reced,” John shifted the topic drastically. “If Jeremiah and Ehtra are anything to go by, she still has some connection to them. Evidence suggests she can’t take advantage of it while it’s still inside you, but that’s another risk factor I want to see eliminated.”

 “I don’t know if its possible to separate me from Mother Chaos… but better try than be a twisted fucking hull,” the Metracana agreed.

 They continued to make their way back up. Even with Undine fused to Purgatory, using all of his elementals and his own supernatural senses, he couldn’t sense anyone or anything hidden around them. Either he was trying to find someone who wasn’t there or Thresta had learned from theirst encounter and was keeping her distance.

 Climbing the half-kilometre of stairs was among the most monotonous things John had ever done. It was like climbing the entirety of the Empire State building on foot – without the thrill that climbing the fa?ade would have brought. The structure likely predated the discovery of stable teleportation pads and definitely predated modern elevators. John had a hard time imagining hordes of people moving up and down these steps, but he could also believe that, in the time of criers being the primary news source, people were willing to go through more to achieve some entertainment. Certainly, seeing a star being forged would have animated many to bother.

 “What exactly are these stars anyway?” Sylph asked out loud, inspecting one of the many ‘torches’ around. They endlessly illuminated their surroundings with soft, silver light. “They shine like John’s spells, they do. I like the colour. I mean, it’s no green, because green is objectively the best colour, but silver is a close second. Silvery blue, yes, that’s the second-best colour.”

 “The colour is simr because, as you might guess, it is also silver arcane magic,” John informed her. Whenever he had learned these things from Metra, Sylph had not listened. “Obviously these stars aren’t actual celestial sma balls, otherwise even Smander would be evaporating in their presence. Rather, they are densely packed arcane power, sealed into a permanent physical shape. You may think of them as mana batteries that don’t need a material to save their power in.”

 “Enki’s ability to consolidate magic in this fashion was one of the pirs of the Akkadian empire and its sessors,” Metra picked up. “It allowed the magical schrs to conduct magical experiments on a muchrger scale. Massive tools of war and monuments of splendour were erected using the spheres. Incredible feats of destructive magic allowed by the focus he could grant. Much as I loathe the pompous cunt, his stars also fuelled my creation.”

 “Oooohhhh… that sounds useful. Very useful, could Chompy- N-nevermind!” Sylph’s babbling came to an abrupt end when everyst mind in the mental connection simultaneously implored her to shut up.

 ‘We’re already relying on the Lorylim’s inability to take more than limited, guided measures. No information leaks!’ John berated her.

 ‘Sorry, big sorry!’ the arcvolt elemental apologized profusely. Airheaded as she was, she still understood that their lives were at stake here.

 They arrived at the uppermost level after what felt like an hour of walking. elerating had been discussed several times, but John was infinitely morefortable with a slow and methodical approach.

 Once more, there were a multitude of corridors to follow. These ones were straight, making it unlikely that theyout followed the golden ratio again. Before John could start mapping out their surroundings, he noticed three figures approaching them from a distance. Two of them walked at a leisurely ce, the third elerated into a sprint.

 John Observed all three of them. The two at the back were men in Astrotium armour. In its segmented structure, it reminded John a lot of Metra’s, but the two only had enough of the meteorite metal to cover their torso and head. Their limbs were bare, their skin a charcoal ck and their legs covered to the kneecaps by baggy cloth pants. Both were armed with Elementium tipped spears. One was Kerelex, Second of Hatred, the other Xerxes, Third of Hatred. Thetter was a bit taller than the former, but otherwise they appeared very simr.

 The one pulling ahead was a blonde with long hair, whose strands were separated into several straight, t stripes. She wore an Astrotium armour as well, albeit hers more simr to the fantasy interpretation of medieval European te – practically skin-tight and covering her breasts individually. It may have been impractical on a regr person, but on her it was literally a secondyer of skin. Strapped to her back was a round shield of a dark bronze material and at her side was an unsheathed, silver-white sword. She was Lery, Second of Light.

 “Metra!” the blonde shouted, jumping at the First of Wrath with open arms. She was greeted by Metra’s gauntleted right to her face, smashing her into the floor. The Second and Third of Hatred didn’t even elerate their approach. Neither did John or any of the other girls get ready forbat. They had been sent out to greet the Gamer and his party. With levels around the other Metracanas, the group of three was not a threat.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

 “Don’t even start with this happy family reunion crap,” Metra hissed. “You think I want to hug you after seeing all of the shit you do here?!”

 Lery couldn’t answer immediately, as the punch had caved her jaw in. When she was back on her feet, it had regenerated enough to allow her to continue the conversation. “Uhm… I ask this with the utmost respect, First of Wrath, but what are you talking about?”

 “What am I…? Lery, do you want me to tear you a new hole where your spine currently is?”

 The other two Metracanas hade close enough now to partake. “Metra, calm down.”

 “If you learned how to do that over thest thousand years,” the second one added. Despite their soldier-esque appearance, or perhaps in keeping with it, their tone was carefree and even joking.

 Metra, however, was not in the mood to take jokes, especially not from them. Raising Rex Magnar, she hurled the spiked side of the halberd at Xerxes. Both tried to react, neither was fast enough to do so. “Stop!” John’s voice echoed through therge corridor and Metra’s weapon seized in front of the shoulder of her target.

 Taking a slow breath, the First of Wrath pulled back and let out a long sigh. “Yes, my king,” she obeyed and stepped back.

 ““King?”” the Metracanas asked in unison. The single word caught their attention more than the altercation and they all inspected John with a critical eye.

 Lery was the next to speak up. “He is Sargon’s heir?”

 “He is my candidate,” Metra made sure she was understood.

 “Yet you call him by the title already?” Xerxes added another question.

 John wasn’t going to regurgitate the entire debate he had with Metra over his refusal to dere himself a monarch. “Keep your questions for another time,” he told them off. “You’re here to bring us to Enki, right?”

 Kerelex nodded. “Our master has demanded your presence. As you are surely aware, he isn’t psyched about you destroying the Starkiln or threatening our siblings.”

 Rage surged from Metra’s mind again, so intense that it almost managed to rouse John’s own temper by proxy. Suppressing her influence, he kept a calm mind and said, “Lead the way.” There was a lot to rify about this situation and he would rather do it with the master of the Sanctum in the room.

 The three Metracana turned away and gestured for John and his group to follow them. Even now, they didn’t let their guard down. Lery tried to strike up a conversation with Metra on several asions, her tone indicating a considerable level of veneration for the first of her predecessors. Under normal circumstances, Metra would have likely reciprocated with a casual conversation. Currently, with violence being unwanted by the Gamer, the First of Wrath opted to stonewall.

 John kept mapping out the upper floor in his mind and came to the quick and easy conclusion that itsyout was dominated by severalyers of rings. Approaching the innermost one, they passed through several open stone gates. Thest one only swung open when they were in front of it. The process was crawling and covered by silver light, as if to tease the reveal of what was behind.

 “Pompous prick.” Metra’s growl confirmed that suspicion.

 The core of the Sanctum was a massive hall, about 250 metres across. It was a hoard of ancient treasures and artwork, piling high along the stone walls, which themselves bore colourized depictions of history. The ceiling was arge dome, arge star set in the middle of it and basking the room in pleasant, silver light.

 Most impressive of all treasures was a giant chalice of sandstone and metal, dominating the centre of the room. It was the second Starkiln and, despite being smaller than the original, emanated more power. Part of that was doubtlessly thanks to its more finely attuned runes. However, the entity thaty on top of it, where the ss bubble had been on the other Starkiln, was the true source of its might.

 He was a dragon. In terms of what John had seen, a rather small one, about the size of a truck. One half, the left, was breathtakingly beautiful. A silver-scaled, sleek body, ws and wings were midnight blue and beset with silver and golden dots that sparkled even while the godid still. Three white horns extended, smooth and only mildly curved, backwards from where the serpentine neck shifted to the lizard-esque head. His left eye glowed with celestial might.

 The right was a ck pit surrounded by lead. Attached to a ckened body, Astrotium tes attempted to nail together flesh that was half rotten and half burned. As much as the maker had tried to symmetrically copy the features of the beautiful, intact half of the god, the lead grey appeared soulless. The bones of his legs visible between tes, the skeleton of his right wing rebuilt from scratch with a membrane formed from silver magic, the segmentation of his tail, none of these artificial repairs harmonized properly with the radiant being that he had once been. Worse yet was that this new skin wasn’tplete. Amassing this much Astrotium must have taken thousands of years and it still wasn’t enough to fully cover half of the dragon.

 ‘All within expectations,’ John thought.

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Chapter 1022 – Star Sanctum 2 – The Starforger